BEHIND THESE THINGS


His face filled with the horror of a broken mirror
What is this life without a future
Sitting in an unmasked tree
Gazing into a formless night
The moon sings blues of defeat
He screams at the sea,
It echoes, “this is the end”
Bloodless face, no facial expressions seen
He wonders,
What strange tales my life has spun
She and I are done.

– ‘leye

………………………………………………………………………………………….

Christina Perri – Jar of Hearts

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